magnetism

"we build something, they blow it up."

some things (quickly) about the world, poetry, sleeplessness

... "a girl named Amber walked across a room
and everything became a new-made poem."
..."and after her, poetry overexposed."


this is my favorite one:
"SO BRIGHT the heart opening
with a slam."

what happens when your heart opens?

and what happens If it likes to SLAM into things
and then you get in trouble because it gets too good at it
and it slams against pillars then buildings fall
and it bangs against those indie kids that like to rock out with their whatevers out
not singing along but playing a long in the game of "cool" and "uncool"

.... what if, it stays BRIGHT? and you smile too much? and you're sleeplessness comes from all of the BRIGHTNESS and you just can't get away
IT's not like you want to anyway. Because you can't.
Because you are too busy, slamming into things.

the history of cpr or me with you

I should be writing about Cambodia.

you were

developed to
heal and treat
my body
from the sudden
onset of chaotic
electrical
activity


you had

originally intended
to preserve life,
restore health,
relieve, and preserve
an electrical line

an electrical line
is a shockwave of
pluses and minuses
that gets somehow
lost in all of
the magnetics
in the constant
pull and pushing
of those opposing
poles

but, don't you get it?
I want you
My +/-
okay, you pull. I'll pull

you only
serve to
sustain me
as I pull

I sing
+'s
-'s

This is me with you.

stuff written on walls

I want to be a radio DJ.
I want to write a novel
I want to play the cow bell in a rock and roll band.

oh, go stare at walls
oh, go jump in a lake

love. love. love. love. love.

about me

I woke up this morning with Echo and the Bunnymen doing a number in my head. They played and I yawned. They played "Under the Milky way Tonight."

I listened. The lyrics go:
I got no time for private consultation,
under the milky way tonight.
wish I knew what you were looking for
might have known what you would find.

My day usually begins like this. There's always a tune doing a number in my head. Sometimes it's a good tune like "Under the Milky way Tonight" or "Spanish Bombs." But, most of the time, it gets pretty embarrassing. Most of the time, songs like "I Wanna Know What Love is" or "I Can't Hurry Love" play and wake me up. They stay for the whole day. They hold on for dear life like I am a sinking ship or something. They play and go around and around. Imagine, doing groceries and hearing the lyrics to a Foreigner tune:
Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
I through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder

Oh, and your in the dairy aisle. You're shopping for cheese. Then you realize that things can't get any better because you are shopping for cheese and you're listening to Foreigner.
And it goes around and comes around. Okay, this is not a JT reference. Although, in all fairness, he is pretty hot and yes, I am jealous of Scarlett Johansson in that video where he kisses her and she pretends not to like it!

More about me...
I dig movies. And, chocolate everything. I like icecream; vanilla is my favorite!
And, I twirl my hair when I am nervous. I am doing this now. Maybe, I am a little nervous. Maybe, it's all the coffee or the Keso ice cream?

Wait, what about me?
What I mean to say is "I dig music." Because, without it; there'd be nothing to wake up to.
I can't even imagine a world without music. I listen to all kinds.
I can be pretty pretentious about it. But, if you ask me, there's no such thing as bad music. There's just noise.

And, no one likes waking up to noise. I like to ease into noise with music. So, I guess this is my point. Music eases me into life.

modern lovers: "Pablo's feeling better now"

"Pablo's feeling better now"

and I kinda feel like shit.

I have to edit, edit, edit.

(this is andy warhol and its take one, take one)

I had a dream last night.

I was sipping tea with andy warhol

we're sitting on Pollack's

back. It was hairy and decorated

with squiggly lines. The lines

moved and changed.

they turned into graffiti

the graffiti read like song lyrics.

to edit, BOWIE:

(what did I say)Whole, its whole as in wholes(andy warhol)

Like to take a cement fixBe a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain Two new pence to have a go. I'd like to be a gallery Put you all inside my show

Andy warhol looks a screamHang him on my wall

(what did he say) alright well he was only 5 foot 3but girls could not resist to stare

pablo picasso never got called an asshole

not in new york

I feel like

I like Pollack
Please listen with me,
1. Sunset Beach- The Teenagers
2. Are You Ten Years Ago- Tegan and Sara
3. Little Red Corvette- Prince
4. Last Christmas - Wham!
5. Pile of Gold - The Blow
6. Hope- Descendents
7. Space Oddity - Bowie (baby!)
8. Dancing With Myself- IDOL (worhip? yes)
9. chillout tent - the hold steady


Lyrics I like:

Boys we love you
Some of us don’t
But plenty of us do
You should treat us good
You do that and you know
We’re gunna-uh-uh huh
Share more of our goods with you

All the girls are sitting on a pile of gold
All the girls—
And the boys you know they want—they want it
All the girls are sitting on a pile of gold
All the girls—
And the boys you know they want it, they want it

They want it. They want it
It’s economic
Beneath the warmth that we export
Of course some boys will try to push the prices down
By pushing girls around
I’ve seen some do this
Learned to see through this
They get scared
So scared maybe we’ll refuse to share with them
A gentle mass attack..... Exodus
Tell them
I know the truth that if you could
Learn to save enough to make some trade with me

oh and this:
I'm taken, I am yours I'm up and doing circles
I collapse
I might stay out longer than I left the light on for you
Then if you show, you show
If you show, you show
When I feel like this
When I get so in
To myself
I lose track of where I'm going and lose track of how to get going again
I feel myself slowing down
Feel myself turning around
Is this taken?
When I feel like this
When I get so sick of myself
Where are you going now without me
And not knowing then, that we're slowing down
You've gotta turn that around
And tell me that I'm taken,
Tell me if I'm yours
You collapse
The pressure of this life is so
You can't be held accountable
If you go, you go
If you go, you go
When you act like this
When you get so sick, of yourself
The whole world falls away and since
I feel
Like I have only missed the feeling that I'm here again
The feeling that I'm clear again
I'm not taken
When you act like this
When you get so in
To yourself I lose sight of common goals
And letting go so I can be all alone
Feel myself, going slow
Feel myself, letting go
Not taken,
Not feeling like I'm yours
I'm taken, I am yours

and this!
There was a stage and a piet up in western massachuttes,
And the kids came from miles around to get messed up on the music.
And she drove down from Boden with a carload of girlfriends,
To meet some boys and maybe eat some mushrooms
And they did and she got sick
And now she's pinned and way too shaky.
She don't wanna tell the doctor everything she's taken
The paramedics hovered over her like a somber mourning family
They gave her activating charcoal, they flooded her with saline

Her:
"I got really hot and then I came to in the chillout tent,
They gave me oranges and cigarettes."

He was rough around the edges:
He'd been to school, but never finished,
He'd been to jail, but never prison.
It was his first day off in forever, man
The festival seemed like a pretty good plan,
Cruise some chicks and get a sun-tan.
And his friend gave him four, but said only take one,
But then he got bored and ended up taking all four.
Ah, so now my man ain't that bored anyways,
The paramedics found him: he was shaking on the side of the stage.


Him:
"Everything was spinning and I came to in the chillout tent,
They gave me oranges and cigarettes."
Her:
"I got really hot and then I came to in the chillout tent"
Both:
"They gave us oranges and cigarettes."
She looked just like a baby bird, all new and wet and trying to light a Parliament
He quoted her some poetry, he's Tennyson in denim and sheepskin.
He looked a lot like Izzy Stradlin.
They started kissing when the nurses took off their IVs,
It was kinda sexy, but it was kinda creepy.
Their mouths were fizzy with the cherry cola,
They had the privacy of bedsheets
And all the other kids were mostly in comas.

Her:
"He was kinda cute, we kinda kicked it in the chillout tent,
And I never saw that boy again."
Him:
"She was pretty cool, we kinda kicked in the chillout tent,
And I never saw that girl again."

<<< Now I want some oranges and some cigarettes. <3 's always